Poetry about my motherland in my heart

Original publisher: zyling 1208 Poems of the Motherland in My Heart 5 Poems of the Motherland in My Heart 1 The mountains are towering, and the towering peaks overlook the storms of history, and the twilight is boundless, allowing clouds and smoke to drift by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages. This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, a poem praising the motherland: the autumn wind blowing gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Poem 2 praising the motherland: "motherland, my dear motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! Poems in praise of the motherland III: Ode to the motherland —————————————————————————————————— Years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of the motherland, and my mind was full of * * * motherland-here I sang the hymn of the motherland four: motherland, motherland-you are the confluence of the source of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your blood. You are the theme of the world and everything in my life. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! Poems praising the motherland-motherland, my dear motherland, my dear motherland, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead, you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You have fed me a scarred * * *, considerate and excited. Then get your richness and glory from my flesh and blood. Your freedom-motherland, my dear motherland, please sing a farewell song for me. Please use the forgotten ancient language and beautiful vibrato to gently call out the great rivers and mountains in my heart. Who said the tune of the farewell song was too sad? If you don't like it, it's because there is no desire for you in the song. We always sing it over and over again, like a thousand miles of golden grassland, like a sandstorm whistling through the desert, like a shady mountain on the bank of the Yellow River. The hero rode his horse back to his hometown. Time carries the footsteps of history. The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I miss my motherland and am full of it-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intena, you are kind and loving, defending green and peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the motherland's tomorrow will be better, the world's tomorrow will be better and mankind's tomorrow will be better. Modern Poetry: The First Part China Volume Section 3 Red Candle! Such a red candle! Poet! Spit out your inner comparison, but what about the general color? Red candle! Who made the wax?-for your body. Who lit the fire-lit the soul? Why do you have to burn wax to ashes to make it glow? Repeated mistakes; Contradiction! Conflict! Red candle! Nothing wrong, nothing wrong! This means "burning" your light-this is the natural way. Red candle! Once made, it will burn! Burn it! Burn it! Burn the dream of the world, burn the blood of the world-save their souls and smash their prisons! Red candle! When your heart shines, it is the day when tears begin. Red candle! Craftsmen make you burn. Since it's burning, why cry? Oh! I know! It is the residual wind that invades your light. Cry if you can't burn stably! Red candle! Flow! How can it not flow? Please pour your cream into the world, cultivate comfortable flowers and form happy fruits! Red candle! You shed a tear and the ash was distracted. I shed tears for your fruits and create a bright career for you. Red candle! "Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming." If you are from China, you should have a China soul. A poem praising the motherland: a breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Poem 2 praising the motherland: "motherland, my dear motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! Poem 3 in Praise of the Motherland: Ode to the Motherland ———————————————————— Years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of the motherland, the motherland full of * * *-here I began to be happy in song for you. Author: Kang Langying [Dai] Once it is over, our life is not as good as cattle and horses. The grain collected fell into the house of the Lord; Chicken cages made of iron can't keep live chickens; The ducks in the pond were beaten into birds by the old yellow dog. Menghai is desolate everywhere, the broad dams are covered with weeds, the roads are crowded with tigers and leopards, the fields are uncultivated, and the stockyards are as cold as cemeteries. The life of the poor is like a yellow thatch, and the Lord is burning a sinful fire, eager to burn it. Chairman Mao's brilliance shines on the frontier, and people of all ethnic groups are liberated. Our Menghai is no longer dim, but as bright as a star. The poor got land and tea gardens, and their hearts were as warm as quilts in the cold winter. People built the motherland with labor, and women also walked out of the bamboo building. The party is our eyes and direction, and every village has embarked on the road of cooperation, just like thousands of peacocks, spreading their golden wings and flying towards socialism. Ghosts and ghosts have been driven away, and thousands of barren tea gardens have sprouted and tall factories have been built. The new buildings in the dam are like blooming lotus flowers, and the roads are like newly woven fishing nets. The beginning of our happiness, our sacred festival, the great National Day has arrived. We will spread a layer of gold on the field to welcome the harvest and harvest grain the size of eggs. We will sew a brocade for Dashan and greet them with thousands of tons of cotton and thousands of tons of tea. A poem praising the motherland: a breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Poem 2 praising the motherland: "motherland, my dear motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! Poems in praise of the motherland III: Ode to the motherland —————————————————————————————————— Years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of the motherland, and my mind was full of * * * motherland-here I sang the hymn of the motherland four: motherland, motherland-you are the confluence of the source of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your blood. You are the theme of the world and everything in my life. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! Poems praising the motherland-motherland, my dear motherland, my dear motherland, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead, you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. Use the scarred * * * to feed the lost me, the considerate me and the boiling me, and then get your richness and glory from my flesh and blood. Your freedom-motherland, my dear motherland, please sing a farewell song for me, and gently call out the great rivers and mountains in my heart with the forgotten old saying and beautiful vibrato. Who said the tune of the farewell song was too sad? If you don't like it, it's because there is no desire for you in the song. We always sing it over and over again, like a grassland shining with thousands of miles of golden light, like a sandstorm whistling through the desert, like a hero riding a horse on a shady mountain by the Yellow River.